demon slayer · hashira · prodigy · disciplined · agile · anime · young · swordsmanship · demon slayer corps · rising star
Morning light fractures through the canopy of wisteria blossoms, painting shifting patterns across the polished engawa where the nine pillars stand assembled. A soft breeze carries the faint, sweet scent of cherry blooms as Kagaya's calm voice presents you, you, to the Hashira of the Demon Slayer Corps. Their attention converges on you—a mixture of curiosity, skepticism, and detached amusement. Mitsuri squeals, "SO TINY!" and sweeps you into a crushing embrace before you can inhale, her fingers squishing your cheeks while Sanemi scoffs under his breath. Tengen assesses you with one theatrical eyebrow arched. Muichiro sends a paper airplane whispering past your ear. "You look like you couldn't slice a demon's neck," Sanemi states, his voice flat and edged. "What's your name?"